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  "Is everything okay, Justin? You got really quiet."

  "I'm fine." He got out of the car, leaving me sitting there. He didn't come to open my door, and I wondered what I'd done to tick him off.

  I got out, and he was at least waiting for me at the back of the car. When I tried to grab his hand, he casually moved it out of the way, and my heart dropped. But, of course, Sarah wouldn't be at this party either, so if Justin ignored me, I was pretty much on my own.

  We went into the house and said hi, smiling and acting like everything was okay. I even grabbed a beer. Justin noticed and raised an eyebrow at me, but I didn't say anything. At least he saw I was drinking.

  The party eventually made its way outside, where there was a huge bonfire. Justin sat down but didn't pull me into his lap like he usually did at things like this. Instead, I sat in the chair next to him and listened to the conversation around me. I had met most of these people numerous times, but I didn't know any of them well enough to have an honest discussion.

  After my second beer, I felt emotional and wanted to go home. I wanted to call Sarah and cry to her about how Justin was treating me tonight. I stopped drinking and switched to water.

  Around midnight, Justin finally turned to me. “Are you ready to go home?”

  I bit my lip to fight back the tears and nodded. He stood up and waited for me to get up but didn’t take my hand as we made our round of goodbyes. We walked to the car in silence.

  He'd quit drinking after his second beer hours ago, so I knew he was okay to drive. He never had more than two beers at a party. Watching his dad get wasted and act like a fool taught him that alcohol wasn't worth it.

  He didn't say anything as he drove towards my car stuck at Blockbuster. When we pulled into the parking lot, I finally broke the ice.

  “What’s wrong, Justin?”

  “Nothing,” he replied, not even looking at me.

  “Bullshit. You haven’t said more than five words to me since we were at my house. Did one of my parents find you and say something?”

  He didn't reply, staring ahead. Finally, he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "Tiffany, what are you doing with a guy like me? We know you're from a different world. Your friends probably wouldn't like me, and your parent's definitely won't approve of me."

  "Sarah likes you. That's all that matters." I crossed my arms over my chest. I got an excellent education at my school, but the kids were preppy pricks that didn't like anyone that wasn't like them, so Justin was probably right. He was right about my parents, so I couldn't really argue with him.

  “I don’t think we should see each other anymore.” He shrugged. “We’re just too different.”

  I sat in silence, tears falling down my face. "You can't be serious, Justin. I like you. Isn't that all that matters? Not what everyone else thinks?" I couldn't believe this was happening. In a matter of minutes, our relationship had changed entirely. Was Justin not the man I thought he was?

  “It makes things a lot harder. You deserve better than some grit that works at a roller rink and lives in his mom’s basement. I’m sorry, Tiffany.”

  “Fine. Thanks for showing me what an asshole you were before it was too late.” I reached for the car handle and got out, slamming it behind me. He drove away before I was in my car.

  I got in and put my forehead on the steering wheel, sobbing. I was ready to give my virginity to this guy, and he just dumped me out of the blue.

  I felt sorry for myself for a few more minutes and started the car, driving to Sarah’s house. Thank goodness we already had plans for me to do that. There was no way I could go home tonight and be alone. Not after Justin shattered my heart into a million tiny pieces.

  8

  JUSTIN

  I can’t believe I just broke up with Tiffany.

  I got home from dropping her off at her car and went right to my bedroom despite my mom trying to talk to me. I was in no mood to talk to anyone.

  I lay in the bed and looked at the ceiling. I probably just did the stupidest thing I'd ever done. That girl was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I basically tossed her out of my car tonight.

  I drove away quickly after she got out of my car, but I looked in my rearview mirror and noticed her put her head on her steering wheel. She had probably been crying.

  I was such a dick to make her cry.

  I put on my headphones and blasted Judas Priest, trying to drown out my thoughts. Eventually, the tape ended, and I must have fallen asleep.

  Tiffany haunted my dreams that night and every night for the next two weeks. She haunted me during the day as well. I couldn't get her out of my head. I thought I saw her everywhere, and I kept hoping to glimpse her at Jim's when Sarah was there, but I never did.

  All I got was dirty looks from Sarah. That was okay. She probably thought I was an asshole, and she wasn't wrong.

  Tiffany didn't understand why I broke up with her but going to her house that night made us realize how different we were. Before that, I told myself it didn't bother me, but it did. I couldn't stop thinking about it. She deserved someone so much better that could give her the world. I could barely take her on proper dates when we did go out.

  She said she didn't care, and I believed her, but I didn't want her to wake up one morning and regret her life choices. That would kill me.

  I went through the motions - work and band rehearsal, but my heart wasn’t even in that. Maybe my parents were right that being a band was stupid and would never amount to anything.

  I came upstairs around noon one morning and was in the kitchen when I noticed a note on the refrigerator. “Tiffany called. Please call her back.”

  What the fuck?

  I pulled it from the fridge and went to find my mom. When she was home, she was parked in front of the TV, drinking a glass of wine already.

  "What is this?" I waved the piece of paper in front of her.

  “Get out of my way. I’m watching my stories.” She swatted me out of the way.

  “Mom! When did you take this message?” I stuck the piece of paper in front of her again.

  “I don’t know, maybe a couple of days ago?” She kept watching the tv, not looking at me as she talked. “Is Tiffany that night girl you were seeing? What happened? Why haven’t I seen her around?”

  “We broke up.”

  That got her attention. She grabbed the tv remote and turned it off, finally turning to talk to me. “Why? She was so cute and seemed like such a nice girl. I liked her.”

  “Yeah, she was great.” I looked down at the paper, touching the writing. Despite the shitty way I treated her, Tiffany still called me. Was it to yell at me or try to convince me to get back together?

  “If she was so great, why did you break up? That seems dumb. Or did she break up with you?”

  “I broke up with her.”

  She threw the pillow from the chair she was sitting in, hitting me in the head. "You're a dumbass like your dad," she muttered. "You can't let a girl like that getaway. What was wrong with her?"

  "We went to her house the other night, and she comes from money. Her mom is a lawyer, and her dad is a doctor. She goes to private school and is headed off to college in the fall. So I figured she could do better than me."

  "Well, she probably can do better than you, but for some reason, she picked you. Did she act like she was better than you at all?"

  “Never,” I shook my head. “She didn’t care about any of it.”

  “Justin!” She put her face in her hands. “Go get that girl. Now. I mean it.”

  “Whatever, Mom.” I stood up, crumpling up the piece of paper. “I’m going to shower.”

  She turned her tv back on, and I could hear her muttering under her breath as I walked by about how dumb I was.

  I couldn't get her words out of my head while I was in the shower. My mom said many things that didn't make sense, but today was different.

  She was right. I had to get my girl back.

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p; I quickly finished getting ready, grabbing my car keys.

  “Bye, Mom!” I called.

  "You better be going to get Tiffany back!" She called back, and I smiled.

  “I am!”

  “Good luck!” I heard her yelling as I shut the door behind me.

  I got into my car and started towards Blockbuster first. I didn't see Sarah's car in the driveway, or I would have gone to ask her, so I headed to the first place I could think of.

  I didn't see her car in the parking lot, and from what I could see in the parking lot, she wasn't working. Neither was Sarah.

  Damn it. Where was Tiffany?

  I decided to make my way to her house, but as I passed the diner we went to the first night we went out, I saw her car parked in the parking lot. I saw her in the window as I pulled up, sitting at a booth with some other guy.

  What the fuck? Had she moved on already without me? Well, too bad. She was mine, and I was going to get her back.

  I parked the car and got out, walking quickly towards the diner's door, on a mission to win back my girl.

  9

  TIFFANY

  Holy shit.

  I could see Justin walking in over the shoulder of the guy I was with at the diner. He was headed right for me.

  “Who is this, Tiffany?”

  I leaned back in the booth. I was having dinner with Lance, a guy my mom had set me up with. He was the son of one of her country club friends. I finally agreed to be set up, hoping going out with someone would make me forget about Justin.

  It didn't work, and when I asked to meet him here, he made a derogatory comment about eating at a diner. Ugh, snobby asshole. My plan was to eat and get the fuck out. Maybe my mom would leave me alone for a while about setting me up with someone.

  I wasn't about to let Justin know all of this, not when he came in acting like a possessive asshole.

  I crossed my arms over my chest. “Why do you care, Justin? You lost that right when you broke up with me.”

  “Wait, you went out with this guy?” Lance smirked and sat back, putting an arm across the back of the booth.

  "Yes, she went out with this guy." Justin glared at him, and I noticed he clenched his hands at his sides. It pissed me off that he predicted this exact type of thing happening.

  “Come with me, Tiffany, please. I want to talk to you.”

  “Why should I, Justin? You really hurt me that night.”

  He sighed and sat next to me in the booth. “I know. And I’m so sorry. I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Or at least try. Will you please let me?”

  I fought back the tears. I'd been dreaming for days that Justin would want me back. I even tried to call and convince him, but he ignored my messages.

  “You can’t seriously be considering this, Tiffany? What would your parents say?” Lance whined.

  I grabbed my purse and threw twenty dollars onto the table. “This should more than cover dinner and a tip.” I turned to Justin. “Let’s go talk.”

  He flashed that crooked grin and took my hand, helping me out of the booth and outside to his car. He walked me to the passenger door and stopped before opening it.

  He trapped me against the car door and cupped my face in his hands. "I'm so sorry, Tiffany. I was a fool." Then, before I could say anything, he leaned down and kissed me. It was a deep kiss, his tongue teasing mine.

  I finally tore my mouth away from Justin’s. We were both breathing heavily. “I want you, Justin. Please.”

  His thumb stroked my cheek. “Are you sure, Tiffany?”

  I pulled my lower lip between my teeth, and he groaned. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

  Maybe I was naive in giving my virginity to Justin tonight after he'd dumped me, but I didn't care. Before we broke up, we'd made out all the time. I'd let him get to third base even, at least with my shirt off, but I wanted more from him tonight. I needed more - to feel close to him.

  I wanted him to be the first (and hopefully only) man I slept with if I was candid with myself.

  He kissed my lips softly. “Where do you want to go? Mom is home for once tonight. I don’t want your first time to be in the back of my car either.”

  I pulled my lip between my teeth and took a deep breath. “My parents are out of town. We can go to my house if that’s okay. I don’t want you to get weirded out again at my house.”

  My parents were on their big summer trip to the shore. I usually went along, but I convinced them to stay home alone this year. They wouldn't be back for another week.

  He frowned down at me. "I'm so sorry about that. I need to trust you when you say you don't care if I come from money. That's my hang-up, and I feel terrible I hurt you. I promise every day to make it up to you."

  "I'm going to hold you to that, Justin." I took his hand and pulled him towards my car. "Let's take my car just in case we have any nosy neighbors. I don't need them reporting to my parents that a strange car was in the driveway."

  He followed behind me, giving me that panty-melting grin. "If you say so."

  The drive to my house was pretty quiet. The closer we got, the more nervous I felt. I had no second thoughts, but that didn't mean I was a little bit scared about what would happen.

  I thought about what Sarah had told me about her first time with Jim. She said it hurt, but Jim was great and took his time, making sure she was ready and not going too fast. She told me after the initial pain, it had felt so good.

  I glanced over at Justin sitting in my passenger seat. He looked out the window and tapped his thumb on his thigh in time with the Motley Crue song on the radio. He turned, catching me looking at him.

  “What? Are you okay? Are you having second thoughts? It’s okay if you are. I’ll wait for you, Tiffany - whenever you’re ready.”

  I shook my head vigorously. "No, I'm not having second thoughts. But, to be honest, I was thinking about what Sarah told me about her first time with Jim."

  “Ah, I see. Did she tell you it was terrible?”

  "No, she said it did hurt some, but that Jim was patient and made sure she felt good."

  We pulled into my driveway, and when I put the car into park, Justin took my hand. "Tiffany, I promise to make you feel so good tonight. I'm sorry it'll hurt, but I hope the pleasure I give you more than makes up for it."

  I swallowed hard. We had to get inside before my panties exploded.

  10

  JUSTIN

  When Tiffany said she wanted to have sex tonight, my cock instantly rock hard in my jeans. I'd thought about sleeping with her so many times, jacking off to it almost daily in the shower. And now here she was, waiting and willing. Even after I broke her heart.

  I was one lucky bastard.

  We went inside and up to Tiffany's room. For some reason, I expected it to be pink and girly. Instead, it was decorated in black and white, with some New Kids on the Block posters on the wall. She had one of those clear phones by her bed and even a tv in her room. I noticed a small bathroom off to one side as well.

  A giant stereo system and a cassette collection were in the corner that had me envious. I wasn't surprised, though.

  The thing that surprised me the most was how messy her room was.

  “This is your room?” I looked around.

  "What's wrong with it?" She went over to the stereo and put in a cassette, pressing play and turning around with a proud smile. Within seconds I could tell it was the mixed tape I'd made her when the sounds of Motley Crue's "Home Sweet Home" started to play. She came over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her close to me.

  “You're a slob, Tiffany.”

  "What?" She gasped and looked around. "Well, maybe it's a little bit messy."

  "Right…" I laughed, and she playfully slapped my arm.

  "I know. The rest of the house is so perfect. My mother has a fit if there's any dust or anything out of place. So this is my way of rebelling a little bit." She shrugged, and
I kissed her nose. She sure was fucking adorable.

  She started walking, almost pushing me back to her bed. She had what I would guess was a queen bed. It didn't matter. I would have found a way to make a twin work. "Eager, huh?" I teased her, and her face got red.

  We fell back on her bed together. “Maybe.”

  “I won’t make you wait any longer, Tiffany.”

  We were lying back with me propped up, half on top of her and half on my side. I bent my head down and began to kiss her. She kissed me back, playing with the back of my hair by my neck like she loved to do. Her touch there always drove me crazy.

  Our kisses got more passionate, and soon I had her t-shirt off. She wore a black lace bra that looked like something Madonna wore in her videos. I paused to look down at her. "Damn, you look sexy, Tiffany." I unclasped it and kissed softly between her tits before moving to one taut nipple, licking it slowly until she writhed beneath me.

  "Justin, don't tease me!" She was trying to get closer to me, moving her hips. I only smiled up at her before teasing the other nipple. As I licked and sucked, I slipped my hand beneath her waistband, thankful for the elastic waist of stretch pants. I ran a finger along her slit, over her cotton panties, and she was already dripping wet. I released her nipple with a moan and moved between her legs.

  "What are you doing?" She lifted her head off the pillow and looked down at me, her cheeks flushed and her usually perfect hair coming out of her perfect ponytail.

  "Making you feel good just like I promised." I grinned at her and pulled her red stretch pants off in one swoop. She covered her face with her hands. "None of that. Tiffany, I want to see your face when I make you cum."

  She removed her hands and watched me remove her panties. I almost came in my jeans when I noticed the wet spot. I tossed them on the floor and spread her legs, inhaling the perfect scent of her arousal before diving in, running my tongue along her wet swollen lips. She cried out, and I was glad I had a hold of her legs from the way she was moving.